The reborn male god will not come down

The next night, Shen's father called Shen Yimo's class teacher to help him ask for leave, or to help him lie and find an excuse to go out to see his wife. Someone contacted Hanguang on the computer, saying that he was going to see him tomorrow, and he should where to meet.

"I also specifically told my father that I would leave very early, at the time when I usually go to school, because it is quite far away." The real reason is of course that I want to see my wife sooner.

"Then you come to my house first, I'll let the car pick you up in the morning."

"Ok."

So the next morning, Shen Yimo put on a new suit and dressed up brightly, so that his parents really wanted to ask him if he was going to see the crops or go on a blind date, but someone was so happy that he finally had A "fair and fair" reason not to wear that ragged school uniform during the school day.

The only person who came to pick him up today was the driver, Hanguang didn't come, and when he entered the gate, Shen Yimo specially signaled the others to keep silent, he had already seen that person sitting on the sofa with his back facing this direction, the TV turned on Yes, the news is on.

Shen Yimo quietly walked behind Hanguang, and stretched out his hand to cover his eyes.

"Guess who I am?" The old man's voice couldn't be more fake.

In fact, Hanguang had already heard the sound of him entering the door, and if no one spoke, it meant that there must be something tricky. At this time, he calmly pulled his hand, and turned back with a "you are so boring" look: "I I know there will be no one but you, Shen Damo. Come and sit down."

"Hey, what did you call me?" A certain person was dissatisfied immediately, and went around to sit next to Hanguang and firmly grasped one of his wrists, only then did he see that he was holding a game console in the other hand. Been watching the news and playing games?

Shen Yimo squeezed again, and said angrily: "Even if you call me Shen Xiaomo, I'm better than Da Mo. You're still a great light, a great light, and a great light!" The next four words.

"Its way is bright?" Han Guang didn't care about his movements, and he didn't try to withdraw his hand. He just frowned slightly and said, "Losing the upper and benefiting the lower, the people say that there is no limit. From the top to the bottom, the way is bright. From " I Ching Yi Gua, right?"

"..." Shen Yimo let go of his hand unconsciously, brother, you actually know that this sentence comes from the Book of Changes?I always thought it was from "Tian Long Ba Bu"!

He cleared his throat and said, "Well, when are we leaving?"

"Don't worry, you have to wait until at least nine o'clock. Do you want to watch TV here or go to my room later? Or go to the third floor to play something?"

"I," student Shen rolled his eyes, "go to your room, nothing else is interesting." A certain person actually wanted to stay in the place where Hanguang usually stayed the most.

"it is good."

Hanguang stood up, Shen Yimo followed behind and suddenly noticed that his wrist was a little red, which was caused by himself just now, so he couldn't help pulling it over and rubbing it, and asked, "Does it hurt?"

"It's okay." Hanguang withdrew his hand expressionlessly.

For the next hour or so, Hanguang continued to play the game. Shen Yimo looked for a book introducing the weapons of various countries during World War II. He felt more and more interesting to read such a book. I spend part of my time studying, and play games during my break time. I have never read such extracurricular books.

It suddenly occurred to me that when I was living with Hanguang, I occasionally watched programs introducing World War II on TV, including battles, generals, and weapons. Hanguang seemed to be able to share his own opinions on a certain topic, and some of them were not even mentioned on TV. I realized that I never took it to heart at that time, so I just listened to the excitement.

Seeing about one-fifth of the section, he suddenly heard Hanguang reminding him that it was time to set off.

"Can you lend me this book?" Shen Yimo picked it up and showed him the title, "I'll return it to you after I finish reading it."

"Okay." Hanguang went to change clothes.

Hanguang's first daily exploration can be highly summarized in two words: find someone.

The first location is a hotel in the city center that seems to be quite large, of course there are no customers at this location, and Hanguang doesn't plan to eat, so he leads Shen Yimo directly to the kitchen.

It can be seen that he is a frequent visitor here, and no one stops him from entering this kind of place.

Now the chefs are busy preparing ingredients, Hanguang called out from behind: "Brother Liang."

Looking back, a person looks much younger than other chefs, probably only 17 years old.

"Hi, Xiaoguang." The man put down his things and came to greet them, "Who is this?"

"My classmate is called Shen Yimo. This is Brother Liang."

"Brother Liang." Shen Yimo nodded.

"Then let's go out first, and come to us when you're done."

After Hanguang finished speaking, he took Shen Yimo outside and sat down at a random table, and Brother Liang even brought them a pot of tea and something to eat.

"I usually come here to chat with him when I have nothing to do." Hanguang said as he broke open a peanut and ate it.

"Is he a chef?" Shen Yimo asked.

"Strictly speaking, it doesn't count because he has no documents. He is the son of the owner of the hotel and usually helps in the kitchen."

"Aren't you going to school?"

"Too lazy to go." Hanguang replied concisely.

Shen Yimo: "..."

"Let me tell you, his knife skills are amazing, and he can show you his skills in a while."

"……it is good."

After a while, the man really came out to look for them. As soon as Hanguang told him his proposal, the man took them back to the kitchen, took a knife and a carrot, and brushed them with one hand. The knife was played so fast that Shen Yimo couldn't see how his hand was moving, but he saw the radish skin floating out like snowflakes, and it didn't take long for the radish to be carved into a villain by him.

"Wow..." Shen Yimo was dumbfounded.

"How's it going, isn't it amazing?" Han Guang asked aside.

"Awesome." Shen Yimo was convinced.

They didn't stay here for a long time, and they left in less than an hour. Shen Yimo couldn't help but ask in the car, "Do you usually fight with him?"

"Why are you so troubled with fighting?" Hanguang looked at him funny, "He will, but don't worry, he won't take a knife."

"..." Shen Yimo felt that this is really not a person by appearance. Look at that brother Liang just now. The 17-year-old boy is also very handsome. If he put on a school uniform, he must look like a good student. Got into the kitchen and got into a fight.

"Then where are we going next? Still looking for someone?"

"That's right, because I usually play with these people, let you meet them one by one."

Shen Yimo: "..." My honor...

Second stop, the bar.

Compared with the hotel where almost no one wants to open, this bar is not open at all now, but Hanguang walked through the back door, entered directly from the building door, and knocked on the door of that house.

A boy who looked like 15 years old opened the door, saw Hanguang, hugged him, and kissed him on the face, and said in a tired voice: "Xiaoguang~~~"

Shen Yimo: "..." Am I mistaken? He kissed my wife just now. I haven't kissed him since we reunited for so long. How dare you kiss me casually? ?

And looking at this posture, he has kissed more than once, because Hanguang not only did not reject it, but also said with a smile: "Stop making trouble, I brought my classmates."

Co-authoring me is still in your way, if I'm not here, you still plan to make out for a while?

Someone's acid water rises directly from the stomach to the brain, and the volcano is about to erupt.

"Yo, I brought someone here. Who is it? Let me see." The man let go of Hanguang and looked at Shen Yimo. He had a delicate and cute face. Put on makeup or something, I feel that his face is shining, and there is... eyeliner on his eyes...

But this man's figure is really good, and he is wearing a corset, and his waist is so thin that it is outrageous.

"Yo, the guy looks okay, how old is he?" The boy winked at Shen Yimo.

"Should be about the same as me, he is also in the first grade of junior high school." Hanguang replied.

"Then come in first, let me tell you, Brother Hai is inside, and I feel very upset because last night..."

They said in the front that Shen Yimo was listening behind, and closed the door casually. It seemed that the meaning seemed to be that Brother Hai was provoked by someone last night, and then he went all out to take revenge today.

The three of them walked to the front hall, and there was another boy sitting there who looked like he was also 17 years old. He should be "Brother Hai".

Hanguang made an introduction, and the kid who openly teased him was called Jonny.

"Sit down. Xiaoguang, what kind of wine do you want to drink, and Xiaomo, what kind of wine do you want to drink?" Jonny walked around to the bar as he said.

"Can you drink? How about some juice." Hanguang asked Shen Yimo.

"No, I can drink." Someone was trying to control his tone, but he really didn't want to talk to him now.

"Then just have a drink, just light."

"Ok."

So Shen Yimo understood that this Jonny was a bartender, and he seemed quite professional.

Hanguang sat across from Brother Hai and talked to him, while Shen Yimo sat beside him and listened. What they were discussing was the specific measures for the "retaliation" this afternoon. It seemed that the identity of the person who offended Brother Hai was not simple. They are people from another organization that is fighting against their organization.

Shen Yimo wanted to ask countless times if they were going to fight again, but of course this was definitely not what he should ask now, so he could only hold back his mouth.

Y brought two glasses of wine and handed them to them. After sitting down next to Brother Hai, he also took out a pack of cigarettes and handed them to each of the other two. Finally, he asked Shen Yimo: "Does Xiaomo smoke?"

"He doesn't smoke, don't give it to him." It was still Hanguang who replied.

All three of them lit their cigarettes, and Shen Yimo was so angry that he really wanted to rush out the door, so he took a sip of the wine glass after enduring it, it was indeed very light, basically without the smell of alcohol.

"Ah Xing and Oda will come over later," Jonny exhaled beautiful smoke rings, "The rest will come in the afternoon to find a car, but it seems that his father doesn't really want to borrow him."

Shen Yimo couldn't hear this sentence. Does this mean that they still want to find many people to fight in groups?Go by car? ?

Hanguang glanced at him at this time, leaned closer and said, "My father drives a bus, and the small Y is the son of the owner of this bar. Hai Ge's father is a Sanda coach, and he is also very good at fighting. You If you are interested, you can ask him for advice.”

Shen Yimo looked at the two people who were talking and nodded, "I see."

"When Ah Xing and the others come, we'll go upstairs to play mahjong, and then we'll have dinner," Han Guang said again.

Shen Yimo continued to nod.